Very boring first memory...

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II was in my crib. Don't know how old. It was very dark and there was a lady with very big, very curly 80's hair looking in on me. Not my mother I don't think. She never could get that fro look since her hair was always so fine. My mother thinks it was a friend of her's from the army base we lived at, Donna or something. Apparently she'd babysit now and again. A few scant memories after that but my memory didn't really kick in till I was maybe four